By: Bill Kamen

Another day draws near
Again, I fall back into the shadows
With heart-filled tears
Alone in my shelter

With curtains gaping
The outside emanates
As I build absence
From the outside fates

Years of building routines
Suddenly come undone
Meanwhile, my mind demeans
Filling my head with thoughts

Thoughts become audible words
Transcending reverberating sounds
Echoing questions from my innards
Bursting forth from an echo chamber

What have I to love?
What have I to dread?
What have I to fear?

With an endless stream of choices
If I can recognize power over the mind
Unmindful of outside fates, then strength besieges
With new thoughts with each new day